When it is time for boys to shelve
their puberty for a bar-mitzvah,
they ask their sisters who are twelve
to teach them what they have big tits for.
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They say that the oboist dinned
when he blew a most evil wind,
though fiddles with no bow’s
are safer than oboes
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A man’s errors, said James Joyce,
are his portals of discovery,
although if we have the choice
we would rather our recovery
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See time as a grain of sand
and heaven as the glass
you hold with care within your hand
to watch each moment pass.
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Hear, Israel, the Lord is One,
Our Father He, we are His son.
To love the Lord should be your goal,
with all your heart and mind and soul.
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Hiding what you are prevents
the people who don’t know you from
attempting to make hostile dents
in you, as might a Peeping Tom
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A line of Pollock dips and slides and skitters,
while bringing joy to every Pollock fan,
so why should mine cause sniggering and titters
by people so unschooled they cannot scan?
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Petrifying petrosexuals
on the freeways guzzle gas,
mocking all the metrosexuals
who won’t ever let them pass.
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